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"Langsi! Calm down!"

Wen Langxi turned his head stiffly, and saw Fu Guan looking at him anxiously, holding his arm tightly with his hands.

Before he could move, he heard Cen Ping's panicked voice again, "Xiaoguan, what's wrong with him, why did he suddenly..."

Then Xu Ji said eagerly: "Let go first, Xiaoxi, let's talk if we have something to say..."

Zhao Qiu's voice also reached his ears, "How can Xiao Guan's friend get so angry!"

Wen Langxi froze in place, staring at the messy scene with wide eyes.

Why did it suddenly become like this...

"Calm down, look at me..." Fu Guan said anxiously to Wen Langxi who was frozen in place.

Hearing this, Wen Langxi let go of Xu Ji quickly, took a step back, imprinted the shocked or flustered faces beside him in his mind, and whispered to them: "I'm sorry, I'm leaving first."

After speaking, he glanced at Fu Guan with red eyes, then turned around and left without looking back.

Seeing that Langxi was about to leave, Fu Guan immediately came back to his senses, looked at Cen Ping with a deep apology, and hurriedly said: "Aunt Cen, I'm sorry for causing you trouble, I'll go first, and I'll make amends another day... "After finishing speaking, without waiting for Cen Ping to nod, she grabbed her bag and followed out.

In just a few short minutes, the originally harmonious room turned into chaos. After Fu Guan left, Cen Ping suddenly sat down on a chair as if she lost all strength, lowered her head and covered her face without saying a word.

Xu Ji immediately saw that something was wrong with her, moved to squat down beside Cen Ping, calmed down, suppressed the depression in his heart, and said softly: "Mom, this matter has nothing to do with you, I don't blame you."

After a long time, Cen Ping's dejected voice came out from between her thin hands, "I must have said something, did it irritate Xiaoxi..."

Then trembling and sighing, "I messed up again, last time it was because of me, this time it's still..."

Hearing these words, Xu Ji's eyes turned red immediately, he closed his eyes, and it took him a long time to rest his forehead on Cen Ping's thin back, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, it's really not because of you, don't think too much about it." ……I beg you……"

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Here, when Fu Guan chased Wen Langxi, he was already at the side of the car. Fu Guan bent down and stood there, adjusted for a moment, then stepped forward to Wen Langxi's side. After a pause, he shrank back again.

He knew the reason for Wen Langxi's sudden loss of control, sighed silently, and then asked softly, "Langxi?"

Contrary to Fu Guan's expectations, Wen Langxi didn't get angry this time, and turned around after hearing his voice, without any strange expression on his face, only his eyes were flushed.

"Well, sorry for today."

Hearing this tone full of deep guilt, Fu's concern was filled with mixed feelings, and he should be the one who should apologize.

"It's me who should say sorry, it's me..."

"do not talk."

Wen Langxi interrupted Fu Guan, "Go back, I'm fine." After finishing speaking, he pressed Fu Guan's shoulder, turned around and opened the car door, raised his legs and sat in.

Fu Guan stood at the same spot and stared at the closed car door, hiding the guilt in his eyes, and after a while he went around to the other side and got into the car.

"Xiaoguan, Xiaoguan, wait..."

Hearing Zhao Qiu's voice, Fu Guan opened the car window, "Xiao Guan, I'm sorry, it was a bit messy just now, so I didn't have time to see you off."

After speaking, he turned his head to look sideways in the car, and said in a low voice, "Xiaoxi...is he all right."

Hearing this, Fu Guan forced a smile and said, "It's okay, Aunt Zhao, you can go back and take good care of Aunt Cen..."

"Hey, good, good... drive slowly!"

On the way, Wen Langxi pursed his lips tightly and looked out of the window. The bright lights passed by his eyes, adding a touch of color to the originally dark eyes.

Fu Guan turned his head several times to talk to him, but when he saw that cold and indifferent side face, he swallowed the words again.

During the evening rush hour, the road was very congested, which made Fu Guan in the car even more difficult. Guilt and depression all swarmed up, stuck in the heart and throat, unable to get up or down, extremely depressed.

Compared to Fu Guan's agitation, Wen Langxi's side was very quiet, his posture never changed from beginning to end.

It was ten o'clock at night when the two of them arrived home. As soon as they reached the entrance, Fu Guan quickly grabbed Wen Langxi's arm, suppressed the strong uneasiness in his heart, and whispered: "Talk to me, okay..."

Wen Langxi turned his head and looked at Fu Guan with the same eyes as usual, but his expression was a little stiff, "What are you talking about?"

Hearing Wen Langxi's usual tone, Fu Guan became more uneasy for some reason, and took another half step forward, drawing the distance between them.

"Are you mad at me for not telling you that I am..."

Before Fu Guan finished speaking, Wen Langxi interrupted him again, as if to escape.

"Don't get angry, it's your freedom to say it or not, there's no need to explain to me."

Hearing these words, Fu Guan couldn't help being stunned for a moment, wondering if it was an illusion, he suddenly realized that Wen Langxi seemed to be moving away from him.

This kind of Wen Langxi made him feel strange like never before.

"What's wrong with you, can you tell me what's in your heart..."

Fu Guan looked up at Wen Langxi, with imperceptible prayers in his eyes behind the silver frame.

Seeing Fu Guan's appearance, Wen Langxi curled up his other hand, but there was still no unnecessary expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "'Don't get angry' is what I mean."

Hearing this, Fu Guan froze in place, staring closely at Wen Langxi with those beautiful and delicate eyes, without saying a word for a long time.

Wen Langxi sighed suddenly, took away Fu Guan's hand that was holding his arm, and said with a hint of fatigue in his tone, "I'm going upstairs to take a shower first."

Hearing these words, Wen Langxi's scarred arm immediately appeared in Fu Guan's mind, and he was a little flustered, fearing that this person would hide and hurt himself again.

So he immediately said, "I want to sleep with you."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Langxi was stunned, and a strange emotion flashed across his brows, but he quickly recovered, nodded, and said casually: "En." After finishing speaking, he turned around and stepped forward building.

Fu Guan took a quick shower in his own room, changed into a white nightgown, and immediately went to Wen Langxi's room. The door was unlocked, so Fu Guan quietly pushed the door open and walked in without making any sound.

The reason why he did this was because he wanted to see what Wen Langxi was doing in the room alone. He was still a little afraid that this person would secretly hurt him.

As soon as he entered, he saw a familiar figure from the back, wearing a black nightgown, lying on the window sill.

"It's coming, very fast." Wen Langxi looked back at Fu Guan, greeted him in a low voice, then stretched his head out of the window, and took a puff of the cigarette between his fingers.

Only then did Fu Guan feel relieved, stepped forward a few steps, stood beside Wen Langxi, and lay down on the window sill with him, looking into the distance.

This is a high-end residential area in the east of the city. As far as the two of them can see, there is an artificial hill with a little light on it. Various vegetation and flowers are planted on the hill, so the air here is fresh, and occasionally they can smell The fragrance of flowers wafted by the breeze.

It is now April, and the weather has warmed up, but the wind at night still carries a hint of coolness.

Fu Guan's hair was a little longer than when he first came here, and it was not tied behind his ears to the nape of his neck. Occasionally, it would be disheveled by the night wind, and there would be a faint fragrance in the air.

As the fragrance spread, Wen Langxi's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette. After the sparks flickered, a puff of smoke was spit out, and before it could float into Fu Guan's nasal cavity, it was blown by the night wind in spring. Blow away, I don't know where to go.

The two of them lay side by side on the window sill, one looking into the distance, and the other smoking with his head down.

Fu Guan sneezed suddenly, Wen Langxi turned his head when he heard the sound, looked at Fu Guan's pale face, and asked in a low voice after a while: "Is it cold?"

Fu Guan shook his head, but remained silent.

The air was silent again. At this time, Wen Langxi had finished smoking, and looked at the little lights on the hills in the distance like Fu Guan. His eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, a cold voice broke the silence of the night.

"Can smoking make you calm?"

Wen Langxi curled up his hand holding the cigarette butt, and said lightly, "Yes."

"Any more?"

"What?" Wen Langxi turned around and asked.

"Your cigarettes."

Having said that, Fu Guan also turned his head, met Shang Wen Langxi's gaze, and said, "Give me one, let me taste it too."

"No." Wen Langxi refused without thinking.

"why?"

"You are not suitable."

Fu Guan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Didn't you say that there is no suit or not, only willing or not."

After a pause, he continued, "Like, I used the lipstick you gave me."

Hearing these words spoken in a flat tone, Wen Langxi's heart was shocked, but then he said bitterly: "I forced you."

"But I am willing." After finishing speaking, Fu Guan turned his head to look into the distance again, and said softly, "I am willing to let you force me."

Hearing this, Wen Langxi was stunned suddenly, looking at Fu Guan's soft side face, unable to say a word.

As if he had expected that the person would not make a sound, Fu Guan continued on his own, with an unprecedented tenderness in his tone, "I remember everything you said, but why do you remember it so clearly? I don't know myself."

After finishing speaking, Fu Guan leaned against Wen Langxi, turned his body slightly, and looked at Wen Langxi with clear and moving eyes.

Just when Wen Langxi was looked at a little unnaturally, suddenly, without any warning, Fu Guan brought his lips closer and kissed Wen Langxi's handsome face lightly.

This kiss broke at the touch of a touch, Fu Guan turned his head immediately after kissing, his earlobes gradually stained with a blush.

It took a long time before he said softly: "Just like kissing you just now, there is no question of whether it is suitable or not, only whether you want it or not."